70
The space between Austin's fore finger and thumb was enough for at least two more fore fingers to fit in. Creases form between my eyes as I move from his fingers to his face. They looked dead pan.
"Austin, that is more than enough gap, are you sure you don't mean like this? Since the whole thing is serious?" I pinch my fore finger and thumb together to show him how it is done.
He shakes his head, his mop of black hair falling into his face.
"Nah. I know what I meant."
A beat of silence passed, every one watches Austin, in case he was kidding, we have him time to say he was. But he does not.
"Okay so John is not the bad guy like I pointed out earlier." I say looking pointedly in Austin's direction.
He snorts, "It is only a matter of time."
"Not if we can stop it."
He sighs like he was lifting a heavy burden and he just drops it down.
"Finally, someone besides me will be doing the work."
